Monday Musings: Nightfall

When the night is born

Out of the last light

The day’s comings and goings

Are recycled by the mind

The words used and the silences

The doings and the neglects

All scrutinized by the heart

But abandon the judgment

Let go of the unforgiving criticism

Set your mind on a path to learning

Kindle the light of forgiveness in your heart

And let your soul dwell in the peace

Of the night just born.